I know that you are not an angel to yourself.

But you are to me." She sat stubbornly silent.
"I will not press you for an answer now.

I am content that you know my mind at last.

Shall we return together ?" She looked round slowly at the hemlock, and from that to the river.
Then she took up her basket, rose, and prepared to go, as if under compulsion.
"Do you want any more hemlock ?" he said.

"If so, I will pluck some for you." "I wish you would let me alone," she said, with sudden anger.